Из альбома: Downtown Battle Mountain II
Past and present are fleeting, gripping me
Nothing sections, wasted, infection, and breeding
Squashed and filed away, vacant collapsible piece of time
Squashed and filed away inside my mind
Suspended moments stored
Stored and left unread
Was I ever a child before
Was I ever a child before
I bore, the burden and bear the gift, and spread the sore
Was I ever a child before
Was I ever a child before
Banal, stripping layers, an invisible coursing war
A slave to believe in always looking back
Nothing has beaten meaning, based on fact
Fatal blow, fatal blow indeed
Fatal blow, fatal blow
Was I ever a child before
Was I ever a child before
I bore, the burden and bear the gift, and spread the sore
Was I ever a child before
Was I ever a child before
Banal, stripping layers, an invisible coursing war
Tethered, resent me